This is a song about "Labor systems"

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

So instead of fucking up there systems more,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Cause the systems labeled me worthless and a fucking joke,

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

All systems ready for take off, please stand by

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

With shitty education systems, why can we not make a dime?

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

Together all the timethought it was true love